Where do I even begin with my trip to Mount Misen? It all start with a one-way ticket on the cable car that would take me halfway up this pretty hill. As I sat in my chair, I was given views that took my breath away—lush trees, far peaks, and the thrill of what was to come. It felt like I was flying in a pretty world, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the trips that lay ahead.
During the ride, I start conversations with some other travelers who was just as eager as I was to see the top. There’s something about shared excitement that makes the journey feel more special, don’t you think? We share stories and travel tips, bonding over our love for trips and the great outside. It was heartwarming to connect with others who understood the thrill of solo travel.
Once I got off from the cable car, I took a moment to enjoy the clean mountain air before keep my walk to the top. The sun was shining bright, and the weather was just perfect—a clear blue sky without a cloud in sight. As I climbed higher, every step took me closer to the awesome views I had seen in many photos. And when I finally reach the top? Wow! The view was simply amazing. I stood there for a few moments, just taking it all in—the wide scenes of greens and blues that seemed to go on forever. This is why I love solo travel; it gives me moments like these that feel so personal and deep.
One of the best parts of my walk was finding the rock formation that I had seen in videos and blogs. It brought a rush of joy to see something so famous in real life! I took a few photos, trying to capture its beauty, but no picture could really do it justice.
As much as I wanted to stay and enjoy the scene, I knew I needed to head back down if I wanted to catch the last cable car at 6 PM. So, with a mix of excitement and a little bit of reluctance, I start my walk back down. However, my excitement quickly changed into worry when I realized that I couldn’t find the path back to the cable car station.
As I walked through the trails, the sun began to go lower in the sky, making long shadows around me. Panic set in a little; I was getting lost. The realization hit me hard—there would be no lights on my walk back down, and I was alone. My legs and knees started to hurt from the uphill climb, and doubt started creeping in.
Just when worry threatened to take over, I heard a familiar sound—the gentle ringing of a temple bell from earlier in my journey. What a relief! That nice sound reminded me of the beauty I had seen that day and gave me hope. Following that sound, I keep moving forward, determined to find my way.
Finally, after what felt like forever of wandering, I saw other people nearby! Seeing them filled me with new energy and determination. With each step toward them, the darkness began to lift—both literally and figuratively. I made it back before it was completely dark, and let me tell you, there was nothing more comforting than seeing lights in the distance.
This walk challenged me in ways I didn’t expect, but it also reminded me of why I love solo trips so much. It’s not just about reaching the top; it’s about overcoming problems and enjoying every moment along the way. My journey to Mount Misen was an unforgettable trip filled with awesome views and a bit of an adrenaline rush as well. Here’s to more trips—hopefully with fewer wrong turns next time!